What's to Come... · 9:05pm Apr 17th, 2017
Scott tossed the note aside. He found an unmarked brown paper bag and opened it. He pulled out two bottles of pills and a box of insulin needles. Setting them aside, he opened the fridge. Sure enough was a small bottle of insulin. It was even the brand prescribed by his doctor. There was also a box of insulin pens to take before meals. Soon the bottle was on the table while Scott opened the box of needles. Filling the syringe, he lifted up his shirt with one hand and injected the insulin just to the left of his belly button. Recapping the needle, he looked around for a garbage can.
“What did you just do?” the sound of Chrysalis’ voice made him jump.
He found the garbage and deposited the used needle. “I have Type One diabetes. My pancreas can’t produce insulin naturally, so I have to inject some into my body in order to process sugars,” he explained as he put the insulin back into the fridge. He opened the pill bottles and got a pill from each. “Diabetes is a disease and I have to deal with it.”
“So, my mate is diseased,” Chrysalis deadpanned. Scott glanced over his shoulder and saw she had turned with her back to the television and was leaning on her elbows on the back of the couch. “I am married to a diseased human. How wonderful. And there is no cure?”
Annoyed with the dark woman, Scott decided to humor her anyway. “There is one still in testing. There was a woman recently cured of it in testing. I was hoping to be put on the list of recipients of the new treatment, but it’s far too expensive. My health insurance won’t cover it because it’s so new.”
“And the pills?”
“Mostly preventive maintenance. One is for my kidneys and the other is for cholesterol.” Scott resumed his search for a can opener. He found it in the third drawer he opened and pulled it out. “I also have to take a fast acting insulin before meals to keep my blood sugar levels from getting too high.” Was there a blood sugar monitor? He blinked and checked the bag again. Nope. “Shit.”
Just a little building underway. Pay no heed. Move along! Under construction! Ten guys standing around a hole while another guy keeps digging it. Perfectly normal!
It's not like you are going to catch it, Chryssy. Lay off.
But yeah, no measuring device. That's going to be... interesting.
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I bet Chryssy could tell...
"Hrm. You taste a little sweet 'dear'. You should probably adjust your dose."
"You damned overgrown mosquito!"
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4499905 Hahah, I can actually see that.
We were putting the old pavers in the bucket! Honest!
4500929 Seems legit.